Boldoni G

Tats

Work

 

 

SLUMP

Ruthie in her Cube

Automatic Drawing

Ruthie’s been investigating that bad orange kitty’s access to our deck. 





She really wants to explore, and we’re not sure that she’d ever find her way back (bless her heart).  So I went to Ace Hardware today, looking for some way to secure the deck. I got this polyethylene gutter-guard stuff. I was there on my bike. The cashier at Ace didn’t have a red flag that I could tie to the stuff for safety on the way home, but he gave me a pink piece of paper, and let me use his masking tape.

By the time I got home, a drawing had happened. 

That was easy.

Light Stripe

Re-Landscaping at 90 7th Street

They’ve been tilling the gravel at Federal Plaza.  Readying the ground for a community cannabis plot, no doubt.

What are those 2-D barcodes called, anyways

A QR code (abbreviated from Quick Response code) is a type of matrix barcode (or two-dimensional code) first designed for the automotive industry. More recently, the system has become popular outside of industry due to its fast readability and comparatively large storage capacity. The code consists of black modules arranged in a square pattern on a white background. The information encoded can be made up of any kind of data (e.g. binary, alphanumeric, or Kanji symbols)^[1].
Created by Toyota subsidiary Denso Wave in 1994, the QR code is one of the most popular types of two-dimensional barcodes. The QR code was designed to allow its contents to be decoded at high speed.^[2]
The technology has seen frequent use in Japan and South Korea; the United Kingdom is the seventh-largest national consumer of QR codes.^[3]

^{Thanks, wikipedia.}

On 9 Ag I tweeted:
"Shut your face, code brain.” 
I think that's something like something I might have thought I heard on TV.
On 12 September, I saw this on the BART platform->

Cleanser

I don’t know why, but I really prefer the kind of cleanser that turns blue when it gets wet.  I just get the feeling that it’s doing more than the ones that don’t change color.

Color Study from Red Dog

...and painted.

Weekend at the Ranch

Oy.


We cooked,


we ate,



we hiked with stemware,


we drank, we picked the grapes.

Tuesday, 8/30/11 Barcelona—Toronto—SFO—Oakland

 

• KROK

Necropolis on the way to the airport. Where the dead saints and TV sets live.

Don’t get me started about the tsuris we experienced at the airport in Toronto. It was dehumanizing. Also pants. Also naff.  Also egregious.

It was Soviet, is what it was.  It was like trying to clear customs in Bucharest in 1985.  Screw you, TSA. Fuck you. I mean it. Stasi couldn’t have done it better.

 

Here’s all the stuff that we brought back for people.  Sorry if we didn’t get anything for you.  We suck at shopping.

Monday 8/29/11 Barcelona

This is on the mellow alternative Rambla that Mary found. 

 

Carrer de Fernando Poo.

 

Beach at Poble Nou

 

Mary with her new frames.  Just this side of superhero styling.

 

Honest to God, Tom.  We really tried to go here.  They were closed.  Twice.

 

Odd dihedral arch structure.

 

Farewell, offhandedly funky & beautiful Gothic Quarter

 

Farewell, beautiful hotel room with your unused minibar. Farewell, desk where I made this:

 

 

 

Adieu, panorama from the roof bar.

 

 

Hello, aggressively bizarre food!

"Fine chopped cod ravioli with hummus, mushrooms and tomatoes (unit)"

Sunday 8/28/11 Barcelona

St George probably.


Baby Jesus again.  That’s not a rabbit pelt, is it? 
Hope he didn’t flay Easter Bun.


Poseidon and Crewe.


Poseidon’s logo.


Dragon lantern at Pla de la Boqueria


Hostal Paris, where we stayed in 1991. God, I’d like a Fortuna Mentolado.


Santa Teresa at the Barcelona Cathedral.  Hi, Boss!


Catalunyan creche-shitters. 


Roman wall at the Barcelona Historical Museum.

Saturday, 6/27/11. L’Escala, Figueres, Barcelona

Leaving L’Escala.  The sister refuels car “Jumpy”


L’Escala is the anchovy capital of the inner solar system, at least.

Leaving France.  Mary and car “Jumpy”.


Mary enjoys a complimentary glass of bubbly on the roof-bar at the Hotel Duquesa De Cardona.


View from the roof of the Hotel Duquesa De Cardona. I can’t imagine what the Baby Jesus is dangling unto the world.

The beach at Barcelonetta.  We had a drink and a snack, talked to a nice local couple who implored us not to tip at restaurants and bars.


View from the restaurant-boat Luz de Gas.

Really enjoyed having the watercolors on this trip.